Chapter 10 "School Days" BPOV

After getting the call from Mrs. Cope, I let her know that I'm interested in the position at Forks High School. I went into do all the paper work, attended the mandatory meetings, and got the classroom set up for my students. I stayed with Charlie because the drive from Seattle to Forks was a four-hour trip. I still hadn't settled with the idea of getting a place yet. I guessed I was waiting for the dust to settle so to speak. I still worked at the club, but had switched my schedule to just the weekends. I figured that I would stay with Charlie and look for a house in my spare time.

Today was my first day of school as a teacher. I was a little nervous and excited. I did not know what to expect from my students. I got in the classroom and waited for my first period students. I would be teaching all grade levels, literature. The first period was ninth graders; I handed out the syllables of expectations for the school year, talked with the students about rules in my class, and tried to put names with faces. The first days were always the same no matter what, nothing major happened. I did this for the rest of the day until lunch, when Mrs. Cope called me into the office. I knocked on the door.

"Come in," she answered.

"You wanted to see me."

"Yes, Isabella. I regret to see you go, but they need you worse than we do." She sighed. "Tomorrow you will be reporting to Port Angeles High. Do you know the place?" I nodded. "It seems that the Advanced Placement English teacher has become deathly ill and will be not be returning for the school year. She didn't tell them until today. So, I apologize for the way this has played out. They faxed over all the materials that she started for her classes. The curriculums in place so, getting started will be easy." She smiled at me. I nodded back.

"Thank You, Mrs. Cope. I will leave the materials for the classes I started that way the next teacher can jump into his/her position. I will get that information to you at the end of the day."

"Thanks for understanding Isabella." She smiled and I left.

Well, I guess it was a good thing that I didn't buy a house yet. I could stay in Seattle and make the drive to the high school from there. I got home and let Charlie know the news. He seemed a little sad over the information, but let me do what needed to be done.

On my way home I called Alice.

"Hey, Alice."

"Hey, Bella what's up?"

"I'm coming back to Seattle."

"Why?" she asked sounding concerned. She probably thought I lost my job on the first day. Well, I did, but I didn't.

"Oh, I got another job. They need me as the AP English teacher at Port Angeles High School. Mrs. Vainer has a terminal illness, she's found out her diagnosed today. She let them know this afternoon that she would not be returning to work. So, being qualified; they have pull, they wanted me to come and take her place. Tomorrow is my first day there." Alice was laughing

"Oh, classic," Alice muttered and was still laughing.

"Honey, are you okay? What is so funny?"

"Nothing, Rose just said something about the same time that you did. It was funny."

"Okay, Alice I will talk to you later." I hung up. Shaking my head wondering what was going on with the girls they were never like this.

EPOV

I hated to love school, if that makes sense. I hated that I had to sit through these classes when I didn't even have to open the book to ace the course for the year. I was gifted and never had to study. I just listen to the instructor, took the notes, and it came to me. This year was no different; I was taking all Advanced Placement classes.

My schedule first Semester was first period: Physics, second period: AP Government, third period: Chemistry II, then lunch, fourth period: AP English. Second Semester: first period: British Literature. Then I left for the rest of the day to do classes at Peninsula Community College. The only reason that I was taking British Literature was because I was one credit short of my diploma. When I transferred from Chicago two years ago, one of the classes I took in Chicago didn't count in Clallam County. I took Chemistry and Physics via satellite thru the University of Washington, because around here if there were not enough students in the class they put you in satellite classes over the internet. Thank God they had enough students that we're taking the advanced placement classes. So, for the second semester I didn't want to have to deal with satellite classes and picked something simple.

My day at school was rather simple. I liked all my classes and was ready to get this aspect of my life over. The only thing that seemed out-of-place this year was that Mrs. Vainer was not teaching AP English. I wondered who would be taking her place.

After school, I had cross-country practice. We had been practicing since the middle of July. I liked running for long distances, it helped me clear my mind. After practice, I saw a missed call from Alice; so I called to see what was going on.

"Hey Edward," she answered after the first ring.

"Hey."

"How was your first day back senior year?" she giggled.

"It was okay. You know how the first day is nothing, but rules and a plan for the lessons."

"Who do you have this year, maybe somebody at work will know if they are good teachers?" Why did she care who I had for classes. Emmett and she were already in college by the time the family moved here.

"Well, I only really have two teachers this year. Mr. Jones in AP Government and Mrs. Vainer in AP English and British Literature; you do know that majority of my classes are with professor at the college right. Next, semester I will be at Peninsula Community College doing pre-requirements." Alice was laughing her head off; she couldn't catch her breath.

"Alice…" I said into the phone "…Alice…" I get a little louder. "ALICE," I screamed into the phone trying to get her attention.

"Edward…it's Rose." She must have gotten the phone from her. I wished it was Bella that had answered the phone.

"Alice, will have to call you back. I think she just peed on herself." What are you kidding me? What is her problem? She knows something, and it's got to do with me. Oh, no.

Rose just hung up on me without letting me at least get some answers about what was going on. I tried over and over to call her, but all I got was her voicemail. Great, she knows and she won't tell me; I would have to figure this one out on my own.